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                             A BOOK BY THE PHOENIX
                       reprinted with the permission of
                                David Alexander

                                  Chapter One

       Bert Ellis was daydreaming again.  His gaze was softly focused on
          the figure of Carole Van Hoff as she jumped and gyrated at
      cheerleader practice.  Bert couldn't hear the cheers extrolling the
        virtues of fighting for good old Walter Williams Memorial High
       School, but he had a great view of the incredibly sexy girl.  Her
      blond hair rocketed up and gently floated down with every graceful
       leap; Bert imagined those Delft china-blue eyes fastened on him,
         lust- ful and wanton.  Her firm, young tits barely swayed or
          bounced. That was good.  Bert didn't like big floppy boobs.
        At least, he didn't think he did. He wasn't sure what he really
       liked in a woman. He had lots of fantasies -  Carole's seduction
           being primary one in his head right now - but damn little
       experience.  If pressed on the issue, Bert would have to admit to
                             no experience at all.
                               He was a virgin.
           The heartening words of some sage kept coming back in his
        dream-filled existence."Virginity is a curable perversion." He
         wanted to be cured in the worst way. The only trouble was, he
                        didn't know how to go about it.
         He wasn't ugly or even very pimply-faced. While he wasn't the
      athlete his friend Cruncher Hiatt was, he was not the  ninety-eight
       pound weakling in the "before" pictures in all the magazines. He
      just didn't know how to go about getting a girl to jump in bed with
                                     him.
       But he had plans. There was a city-wide photo contest. The first
      prize wasn't much, but a national magazine would print the winning
      photograph. Bert was one hell of a photographer and he saw this as
       a solution to a lot of his problems. If he could convince Carole
      she should pose for him, and he won the contest, he'd be famous and
       she'd be famous. She would have him, Bert Ellis, to thank for the
             launching of a long and profitable modelling career.
       And she could thank him with that gorgeous body of hers. His eyes
         never left Carole's dancing, twirling, trim figure. The tight
        crimsom sweater offset the cascade of blonde hair nicely, Bert
      thought. And the pleated white dress that came to mid-thigh swirled
      and revealed those fine, slender, shapely legs and pert, tight ass
          so nicely. He could watch her all day, even if it made him
                                uncomfortable.
            His erection strained against his blue jeans and bulged
       ominously. He hoped old battleaxe Mrs. Entwhistle didn't call on
      him. It would be excruciatingly embarrassing to have to stand up in
          front of the class with that telltale tenting in his pants.
          Luckily, Bert escaped the class without having to be put on
       exhibit. When the bell rang to signal the end of class, the last
      clang had barely died by the time Bert was outside the building and
      running pell-mell through the milling students over to where Carole
         and the other four cheerlead- ers practiced. He cast a quick,
       covetous glances at the others. He had heard lots of things about
       them from  Cruncher. Cruncher claimed to have made it with all of
                        the cheerleaders except Carole.
        Judy was short, brunette and has a gymnist's body.  Every curve
      and contour was just right for the maximum turn-on. Laura was very
      short, at least six inches shorter than Bert's five foot eight, but
       she made up for her height in sheer sexiness. If there was such a
       thing as sex density, Laura would be one of the heaviest girls in
      the world. Bert would have made a play for her, except he'd have to
         wait in line forever. There wasn't a guy in school who wasn't
       drooling and panting after Laura. Redhaired Consuela was too tall
       for him, and that made him a bit uneasy. Of all the cheerleaders,
      Bert knew he'd probably have the best chance with Consuela because
      she earned some money doing modelling after school and on weekends.
            His come-on would be perfect for her. But her height...
       Then there was Lynn. Straight black hair, a fairly good body and
       great legs. Bert could barely drag his eyes away from those milky
      pillars that tantalizingly disappeared up under her skirt into that
                       mysterious land between her legs.
         But Bert focused all his attentions on the blonde Carole. He
      thought if he even said hello to any of the others, he'd lose that
        momentum, that carefully nurtured nerve he had  built up to ask
                            Carole to pose for him.
       He wished it could be in the nude, but he knew he had  better not
         spring anything like that on her. He'd just ask to shoot some
        pictures of her in an artsy-craftsy motif, possibly out in the
      woods. Maybe she'd be so grateful for the chance to pose for a real
         live photographer, he could fuck her right then and there and
                    wouldn't even have to win the contest.
        Almost out of breath, he came skidding up to a halt in front of
                     Carole. "Gee, hi Carole!" he blurted.
       "Hello." Her voice dripped chilled water and turned to icicles in
                            front of his very eyes.
       "Uh, Carole you know about the picture contest? I'd sure like to
      have you pose for some pictures, and I'm sure we could win, I mean
      the picture would win and you'd have national publicity and I'd win
         the..." His voice trailed off as he saw her looking over his
            shoulder, not paying the least bit of attention to him.
        "Excuse me, Bert. Hi Tony!" She raced over to Tony diMaria, the
      suave, handsome student body president. They went off together, his
            arm around her waist and Carole snuggling close to him.
        Bert watched dejectedly as they disappeared in the direction of
      the A&W stand. That should have been him instead of Tony going with
       Carole to get a couple of root beers. He'd have to think of some
        other tactic to get her to agree. Maybe if he went over to her
              house later in the afternoon, he could talk to her.
        That was it. She just didn't want to seem to eager in  front of
       the other cheerleaders. Bert was positive he could talk her into
         posing for him if he could see her privately. With his great
      photographic ability and her even better figure, he couldn't lose.
                                 He was sure.
        He slowly made his way to Carole's house, waiting long e- nough
      to insure that she'd be home. He wasn't quite sure what to say now
          that his first request had been put aside so easily by the
      gorgeous, flaxen-haired girl. He squared his shoulders and marched
               up the green bisque tile walk to the front door.
       He punched to doorbell fiercely as if he could drive out all his
      fears this way and, in what seemed an eternity, the portal finally
       swung open. It was Carole's mother. Bert gulped once as he looked
      at the woman. He was always amazed at how much she looked like her
      daughter. The same platinum blonde hair, slightly taller and fuller
      of figure, but that only made her look more mature. To be Carole's
       mother, Robin van der Hoff didn't look old at all. Certainly not
                            thirty-nine years old.
        "Hello, Bert," her voice was soft and smooth it seemed to reach
      out and gently caress the young photagrapher. He couldn't help but
      eye her in appreciation. She was wearing a soft flowing, diaphonous
       dressing gown. Her figure was totally hidden, but the draft from
       the open door pressed the filmy green material back against her.
       Robin looked like one of those models, posing for a lingerie ad,
              that Bert never failed to get a hard-on looking at.
         "Uh, hi, Mrs. van der Hoff. Is Carole in? I'd like to talk to
                                     her."
        "Come on in and I'll get her." Bert couldn't keep his eyes off
      her as the older woman flowed down the hallway with an elegance and
                   easy grace that even her daughter lacked.
         Bert heard Mrs. van der Hoff speaking with Carole. All of the
       converstion he overheard faded as one segment burned itself into
       his mind. Carole had said "That creep? I'm  leaving. Tell him I'm
              not home yet and you don't know when I'll be back."
       Robin returned a few minutes later to find Bert sitting numbly in
      an overstuffed chair staring out into the backyard, watching crisp
       gold, yellow, and orange leaves fall from the deciduous trees to
                 form a gentle, multi-hued carpet on the lawn.
        "Bert," Robin's voice called to him, soft, magnetic, colorful.
       For a brief instant, he mangaed to compare it to the picturesque
      backyard. "Carole doesn't want to talk to you. Is something wrong?
                                 Can I help?"
            Bert was in a daze of rejection. Carole had totally and
       irrevocably dismissed him. "It doesn't matter, Mrs. van der Hoff.
                                   Thanks."
        As he stood, he felt cool, long fingers on his arm restraining
       him. He looked down and Robin was hanging onto his arm preventing
      him from leaving. Bert's eyes slowly traced the creamy line of her
      arm to the green mist of her dressing gown. He noticed it had come
      untied at the throat and was now open and exposing the very tops of
         her breats. He heavily sat back down and just stared at her.
         She asked again, "Is there anything I can do?" Her azure eyes
        studied him with a mixture of sympathy and understanding - and
                something else Bert wasn't sure he recognized.
        Under he persuasive questioning, he finally spilled the entire
      story. And somehow, he managed to tell her he was  still a virgin.
      His ears burned a flaming red when he realized how much he had told
      this woman about some very personal things. She seemed a sympathic
              listener and, right now, that was what Bert needed.
         "Bert, my daughter is...a bit distant. But it's for about the
       same reason you're so upset now. She isn't sure of her- self, and
        by building a wall around herself, she can fend off anyone she
           isn't sure about. It's one way to keep from getting hurt.
        "Yeah, maybe you're right. But the wall seems to be more of an
                                   iceberg."
       "It could just be your approach, Bert. I have an idea. Why don't
       you pretend I'm Carole and ask me to pose for you? It'll give you
      an opportunity to see how she'll react." Robin settled comfortably
      down on the large sofa and faced Bert, her trim calves peeking out
                         from under her thin covering.
        Bert wasn't certain, but Robin finally convinced him to try. He
      presented his case but found it difficult. The top tiestring of her
      green dressing gown exposed more and more of her silky-fleshed tits
        as she leaned forward.  The gentle bounce and sway of her boobs
      rustled the flimsy fog-like material and excited Bert immensly. As
      much as he  tried to prevent it, he found himself growing hard. In
       an attempt to control his body, he quickly looked at the floor to
       keep from staring at her now half-exposed breasts with the ruddy
                       tips peering through the fabric.
         This made his erection throb and hurt even more. The  emerald
      green gown had scooted up, and now he had an un- restricted view of
         Robin's legs all the way to mid-thigh. The creamy, lusciously
       smooth skin stirred emotions inside him that he tried desperately
      to deny. As Robin slowly, provocatively opened her legs into a wide
      V, he caught the merest flash of fleecy blonde pussy peering out at
                       him from under the pile of nylon.
        "What's the matter, Bert? You look uncomfortable hot. Come over
      here and let me take your sweater off for you." Bert felt as if he
       were no longer in control of his own actions. It was someone else
      controlling his legs when he rose and went to sit beside the mother
      of the girl he so desperately wanted to screw. It was someone else
          who allowed her to take off his sweater, shirt, and started
      skinning him out of his jeans. When he was totally naked, the emo-
            tional impact of what was happening slowly dissipated.
       He was still confused but no longer shocked into inactivity. His
        fingers fumblingly untied another of the tiestrings on Robin's
        gown. Her smile encouraged him to continue. Soon, the Brazilian
       topaz-green material seemed to hang like the banks of a river, a
      river of white, tantalizing flesh. Robin stood and slowly shrugged
         her shoulders  and the dressing gown fell away and she stood
         totally naked for Bert's now lusting examination of her body.
         As he hungrily eyed her, he almost came right then and there.
      That would have been the supreme embarrassment. He managed to quiet
              his churning nuts and just gaze at Carole's mother.
        She was prettier than any of his wet dreams. Blonde, beautiful,
          willing. Bert didn't have the experience - yet - to really
       appreciate everything being offered him. The skyblue eyes of the
      woman studied Bert but always came back to linger at his seven inch
                                long erection.
       If Robin lusted after his man-size prong, Bert was confused as to
      what to desire most.  Her boobs were a delight to behold - or hold.
       They were high set, firm with just enough slackness to dance and
        sway back and forth in gentle arcs when she moved. Robin moved
         well, he had to admit that. Everything seemed to be perfectly
       proportioned and she was as graceful as a high fashion model. She
      slowly turned for him to reveal every last secret of her body. For
       him! Bert couldn't understand it. He struck out with her daughter
                    and now Robin was trying to seduce him.
          Trying? He'd make sure this lovely creature was successful!
           As her tits wove invisible circles in the air with their
      ruddy-brown tips, Robin turned her back to Bert. The smooth expanse
       of flesh flared to broad, womanly hips and the best ass Bert had
       ever seen.  The legs and thighs presented to him were connisseur
                      material. Shapely, trim, and long.
       Tiring of posturing for the boy. Robin reached out and pulled him
        down onto the soft bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. Bert
       irrelevently noticed it was a fake fireplace and didn't burn real
       logs. But when Robin kissed him, he knew the feeling of real fire
                                  instantly.
       As he luxuriated in the feel of the soft fur caressing his naked
        body, Robin's tongue edged into Bert's mouth and toyed with his
      oral member. He almost gagged, then got the hang of positioning his
        organ of taste so that Robin's delving member would stroke and
      lightly glide over his. They kissed for what seemed an eternity to
      Bert, and he reveled in every second of it! He couldn't believe his
                           good luck. His first lay!
         Panic struck him when Robin reached down and gripped his firm
      cock. What if he didn't do it right? Almost as if she had a killing
                       touch, he felt his hard-on wilt.
          Robin didn't seem to notice. She began massaging his balls,
       tweaking and delicately pinching his scrotum, gently running her
       long fingers through his pubic hair.  As she breathed heavily in
       his ear, hot breath exciting him, she managed to whisper, "Don't
      worry about anything, darling. I'll take care of you. Just lay back
                                and enjoy it."
         Tongues of flames licked at his ear as her wet, warm ton- gue
      flicked in and out. She gently nibbled his earlobe as she continued
                       her manual stroking of his penis.
       Bert was both surprised and happy when his cock began to stir and
        rear its proud head again. Robin quickly grabbed its burgeoning
        full length and began stroking. Her fingers felt cool, but Bert
        experienced intense erotic fire burning and searing in his tool
                        from the base to the very tip.
        It slowly occured to his pleasure filled mind he could be doing
       something with his hands. He reached out and took both of Robin's
      jugs firmly in hand. He slowly, rythmmically squeezed them and was
        pleased when she emitted a low, shuddery sigh of pleasure. The
         nipples seemed to expand and grow as he played with them. It
       fascinated him to watch the the tiny reddish-brown nubbins erupt
      into hard, blood-fill- ed little fingers pointing at him. His hands
      soon became cramped and he did what came naturally. He pulled Robin
       to him and began suckling at her tits. This seemed to excite her
       immensely and the feeling of her breathing increase excited Bert,
        too. He had to try to control himself because he could feel the
      sperm and semen crouching in his balls for the long spring down his
                             iron-hard love pipe.
        He tongued the nipples and pushed them around in small circles,
      back and forth until Robin continually moaned and once even emitted
         a little shreak. It scared Bert for a second, then he figured
       everything was still all right because she tightened the grip on
                                   his cock.
         His firmly clutched manhood began to throb and jerk with ever
       greater frequency. He knew he couldn't hold off much longer even
          though he wanted to and experience everything  with Robin.
       "Ro...Robin, please. It's feeling so hot, and I'm going to come."
      He gulped as she continued to slowly stroke up and down his length
        with those agonizingly pleasurable needles of sensation leaping
                  from her every touch, no matter how slight.
       "Just...lie back, Bert, dear." Robin flowed up and straddled the
        boy's waist. She held him captive both physically and mentally.
       Bert stared down his supine length in awe as he watched the satin
      thighs position themselves on each side of his body. He was totally
          enthralled when Robin rose up slightly, spread her blonde,
        fur-rimmed cuntal lips and dragged Bert's cock to the gates of
                                     Eden.
         At least that's what it felt like to Bert. The moist, liquid
        feeling as his glans touched her outer labia almost brought him
       off. He resisted and found the effort worthwhile. He watched his
       red, swollen length slowly swallowed by that golden-covered pussy
      as Robin gradually lowered her body over his. Soon the blonde hairs
      of her furry little triangle inter-mixed with his black pubic hair
               in an erotic, living, pulsing kinectic sculpture.
        Things really got pulsing when Robin used her cuntal muscles to
      squeeze down on Bert's entrapped, quivering cock. He felt hot jabs
        of fire and ice leap into his loins as she clamped down on his
       manly length like the jaws of a velvet-lined vice. When she began
        fucking him, Bert couldn't keep from twitching and wiggling his
       hips under her! In his position, he had to be content to let her
        fuck herself on his impaling spike of flesh and just enjoy the
        feeling of  the sensuous fur under him and the warm body of the
                        wanton woman against his groin.
       And fuck herself she did. Slowly at first, then faster and faster
      as her passions mounted. Soon clutching her own tits and squeezing
      the nipples while royally screwing herself on Bert's jutting cock.
                                  Robin came.
       The woman's climax caused her encasing cunt to convulse and grab
       wildly at Bert's rod in a giant's powerful grip. The flames that
       had simmered now exploded and raced through his body, along every
         nerve, overloading the pleasure centers of his brain. He was
        vaguely aware of spewing forth his come into Robin's hungering
       cunt, but it was secondary to the universe of sensation that had
        been revealed to him. Bert tried to explore every corner of the
      new, erotically filled galaxy of exploding stars and burning lust,
                but all too soon it died to a smoldering ember.
           Back in the real world, feeling limp from the nervous and
       physical release, he saw Robin continue wildly, wantonly fucking
      herself on his still rigid dick. She got off once more then slowed
       and stopped, exhausted. She finally rose and allowed Bert's limp
      penis to wetly slide from her sex slash.  His once mighty pole was
        covered with cunt juice and his own seed. The now flaccid organ
      smeared the golden hairs of Robin's delectible enticing pussy with
                       the liquid sex of their fucking.
                      She didn't seem to care or notice.
                     "How was it, Bert? Your first time."
        He did nothing but look at her nakedness. Bert was no longer a
      virgin. In a flash, it occurred to him that he couldn't have gotten
        himself laid with such expertise by Carole or any of the other
       girls he knew. Robin had too many years of practice behind her to
      even be considered in the same league as the kids he went to school
                                     with.
         He just nodded, wondering how he could get some more of that
       beckoning, fabulous manhole of Robin's. Bert looked down between
         his legs at his sleeping snake, then wondered if it was dead
                                   forever.
         His face must have conveyed some of the message racing in his
         mind because Robin laughed, then said, "Don't worry. It isn't
       broken. It'll be as good as new in a little while. But you better
       go now.  Carole might come back and I doubt if she'd understand."
       For the first time, what he had done impacted like a sledgehammer
        blow on Bert's consciousness. "Your husband!" he explained in a
                                choaked voice.
        Robin donned her green dressing gown and merely said, "He's out
       of town a lot. He won't be back from this sales trip for a couple
        of weeks, but I don't wnat Carole to know. You'd better leave,
                                  Bert. Now."
        Bert quickly dressed and left. Looking over his shoulder as he
       went out the door, he saw Robin sitting on the sofa, a cigarette
       dangling from her long fingers and the slightest touch of a smile
                     dancing at the corners of her mouth.
                               "Goodbye, Bert."
       He qucikly closed the door behind him. Outside, he almost yelled
        for all to hear, "I'm the biggest stud around!" Instead, he was
          content to just go off, whistling tunelessly, secure in his
                       knowledge that he was now a man.